“Look at that! They made the same exact play!” My grandfather, as his health and mental ability failed, just couldn’t grasp instant replays. My father didn’t like digital timepieces, claiming people would lose the ability to tell time. Yesterday, without…
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Looking up not giving up
Who looked and noticed the moon rising? Before the sunset, blue sky, green mountains, and a large, almost full moon. Breathtakingly beautiful. Unattached, visually. Connected by invisible energy. It was necessary to be out in the elements, exposed to nature,…
Wanting the Unwanted
Wrapped packages can be a reason for panic. Deceptively presented like the most incredible, wonderful, amazing, desired item ever, to be cherished and eventually listed in your will because everyone wants it. You reach out, trying in every part of…
Puzzling patterns
“No one yelled at me”. The unwelcomed words surfaced. So easily the people who heard barely took the message seriously. As the comment echoed back to me, the stories the words revealed saddened my heart. Before and after, I whispered…
Threshold of a language
The words brought fear to my heart. Not the way violent words, like kill or murder, tear apart my body. These words bring my personal phobia in clear view, publically. The words represent numbers, which for some reason my mind…
White on white. With the grain.
With the grain. White on white. Brush, back and forth, watching for drips. Repeat. If I could just paint over, stop, don’t go there. Just paint, with the grain, white on white. In this moment, that is all I need…
Reaching beyond the roof
Re I watched as a group of people collectively raised a wall. Countless hands reaching from the floor to future roof lifting more than just lumber and nails. The collective action was physically symbolic and structurally sound. The mix of…
Believing in the promise of a scar.
Yes, I want to cry, to grieve for a connection I thought existed. Instead, I want to scream. Yell, about the promise of staying, of continuing to be connected. A gap, between the reality and the promise, between what was…
caught between two worlds
He sat on the bench, intently looking at his feet. Locals call them tennis shoes. I’ve always known them as sneakers. The difference between us is greater than the terms we use to describe footwear. Our similarities tie us together…
Inquiring Creativity
As a child, I was instructed that God was the only creator. Humans make things from God’s creation. An inquisitive child, I questioned the statement. I don’t presume to have the ability to create universes, living beings, or light and…
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